Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Grandparent Rant and Nightmare

Did ya know that when you teach your child about safety, it's called "Helicopter Parenting"?  Because I sure didn't.  I was at my mom's last week, and I was teaching my sons how to pet a cat--treat the animal with respect.  Where not to touch, how to pet them, they're not a dog, how to tell if they're annoyed, and when to leave them alone, and such, and my mom laughed and called me a Helicopter Parent.

....

Um, what?

That's not what helicopter parenting is.  That's flippin plain old parenting.

Just...  Deep breath.

So I had a nightmare this morning that I'm not going to go into detail about, but I dunno.  Rattled me.  I'm trying to look at it symbolically, but I can't.  I can only look at it literally, which might be the point.  My subconscious is a fucked up place sometimes....but hey, whatever gets your attention to things that need to change, right?  Just wish it wasn't a dream that put my kids in danger and made me have a panic attack in dream.  Waking up, heart pounding and stuff. I was so angry in it.  So frustrated and hurt and panicked.

Things need to change, I see that.  Best that these nightmare situations happen in dream, than real life, though.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Another Proud Pagan Mama Moment!

After I saged, cleaned, and cast healing spells for the house (stomach virus), I went upstairs to meditate at Poseidon's shrine during the storm (utilize that wonderful charged energy), instead The Vinny Man (aka Warrior) woke up from his nap and decided to slightly, delightfully, derail my plans.

We sat by the open window, enjoying the cool breeze from the storm, and I taught him a little about my spiritual tradition--a bit about how Zeus is in the sky and creates lightning and thunder, and how Poseidon is the rain and the river outside of our house. It was really cute hearing him rephrase everything I was teaching him. 

Lightning would flash and moments later, thunder would rumble, and he'd gasp, excitedly saying, "That's Theus!"

One night, when the storms were scaring Wolfman, my husband told the boys that it was nothing to worry about, just the Gods playing hockey.  Since Wolf's been to a hockey game, it really resonated with him, and helped him not be afraid.  We taught them about a few deities who're associated with the sky and storms, and basically said that it was a friendly game between Team Zeus and Team Thor.  The lightning was one of the teams scoring.  

Interesting and fun instead of scary.  

Monday, May 1, 2017

Happy Third, Little Man!

Long time, no post!

We celebrated Warrior's birthday with a Finding Dory theme, and a trip to the zoo afterwards.  The kids had a blast!  And for once, I wasn't a ball of bitchy stress.  I was able to enjoy myself for both events.


This time the cupcake cake was from Kroger and it was surprisingly better than Walmart!  I may not have a reason to ever return to Walmart!

The favor cups were filled with Dory sticks, bubbles, plastic sea animals, Dory graham crackers, swedish fish, cookies n cream goldfish, and my mom added suckers, skittles, and chocolate covered pretzels.  For the two babies, I made cups with stickers, bubbles, graham crackers for the parents, and yogurt bites and cereal melts for the babies.

It was a great turn out.  All of the cousins were in the house this birthday!  It was pretty sweet.  We were going to have his birthday on the 29, but my brother had a Call to Arms ceremony that day.  So so he could come, I moved it instead to the 22nd, which worked out for my SIL who lives in WV.

Then it was off to the Columbus Zoo and Aquarium, for a Warrior milestone!  Although the boys were more into the vehicle props and their first train ride, than they were the animals...



...Until we got up close and personal with the manatees....  then it was allll about the manatees and stingrays.


And of course, them wanting to go to my Uncle's to go fishing in his pond.  My kids, for sure.  lol.  it was a good time.  We only saw about half of the park, but the boys are eager to go back, if only for the train....we'll see the rest of the park.

Ask them what their favorite animals are though and they'll still respond with cats and dogs.  They like what they like!

If you observe, have a good May Day, Beltane, and Samhain!

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Giving Back

Still around.  Wolfman was having issues with peeing the bed in January.  He just can't grasp the idea of getting himself up and using the potty when he needs to, so this past month, I've been getting him up in the middle of the night to deal with this problem.  Once we get more water proof bedding, we're going to try to have himself get up without one of us.

He is standing up to pee, now, though, so that's something.

Warrior still won't poop on his potty.  To be fair, we didn't start potty training his brother until he was three, and Warrior's nearly 3.

They'll both come around eventually.

I just saw this video on Facebook and got really excited.  I enjoy crocheting stuffed cephalopods, and if I can find a hospital in my state who approves of the program of using these stuffed octopus' in their NICU's, then I'd be more than happy to make more.

My Nomad Home has an article with more information, including a pattern for those who want one.

When Warrior was an itty bitty preemie, he was given a blanket that I still cherish.  It'd be great to make something for another family, to comfort the babies and their families.


Sunday, February 5, 2017

Pink and Blue are Just Colors

That annoyance when your son tells you that grandpa said that boys can't like pink and you realize that you need to have THAT talk with them...again. Anyone can like whatever color they want. Leave your sexist bullcrap to yourself. If my boys want to like pink and Sky and Peppa Pig and Princesses and that annoying genie show on Nick Jr., they can. Just because a boy likes pink doesn't mean anything.  Same with a girl and blue.  They're just flippin colors!

Also saying that pink isn't for boys because it'll make them gay also says that you think there's something wrong with homosexuals!  Screw off with you and your stories of that one gay friend you had.  The token gay friend.  You can still be intolerant of homosexuals even with that token friend, if they ever existed in the first place.  

And don't flipping tell me it's choice.  Like, when did you decide that your butt was straight?  I'm bisexual and it doesn't feel like a choice to me.  I'm not going to wake up tomorrow and "choose a side".  It doesn't work that way.  Just because I'm married to a man, with children, still doesn't mean anything.  I didn't choose a side.  I'm still sexually attracted to women!.  But I met and fell in love with a man first.  That's it.  

After a long, frustrating back and forth with Wolfman, me, and Daddy, we finally got that little boy to agree with us, for now.  I had to point out that George, Daddy Pig, and Grandpa Pig were all pink and they were boys.  Confused him for second.  I also had to break the secret that Paw Paw doesn't know everything, and in this case, he's wrong and he's being mean.  

Guess it's probably best to shatter that illusion now.  

I'm just annoyed, I know how grandpa is.  He's loud and only his beliefs are right.  I've already had this talk with him and my mom.  It blew up into a giant fight on Facebook and I ended up unfriending and blocking him because he just wasn't getting it.  It was ugly, but my Guides taught me not to argue with fools, so I just let him spew.

Gender stereotypes aren't allowed in my home.  They're outdated, wrong, limiting, and intolerant.  It's fine and dandy if you want to live by them, but don't you freaking dare to put that crap in my children's head.  Your home or not, they're my children.  Hubby and I are going to have another conversation with them.  

I just looked up the post about that "disagreement" and it happened around this time in 2014!   Just what the ever loving...   Three chances, I guess.  If it happens a third time, make them choose between  teaching my children their narrow beliefs or seeing their grandkids.  I've already cut one set of grandparents out of our lives for good reasons, I'm not afraid to do it again.  I'd rather NOT cut my mom out of our lives, but I don't want my kids growing up with that school of thought, either.

Well, I vented, I feel better.  Best to get the vitriol out now, instead of when I'm face-to-face with them.   But I swear if my kids come back praising Trump one of these days, I'm going to flippin lose it.  (Sorry if you're a Trump supporter, but I don't like him, and I'm going to leave it as that.  That and my kids are 2 and 4.  Far too young for politics.)

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Just Gotta Keep Chuga Chugaing Along!

Had a very long day.  It started with my husband's--he calls it determination, I call it stupidity--challenge of the Level 1 icy road conditions.  He was going to go into work this morning, and didn't see the signs as he spent 10 minutes chipping thick ice off of the car, which woke me up.  Then, he woke me up again, saying that he needed help getting the car out of a ditch.

I was not prepared for how icy it was this early morn. Treacherous.  I wasn't a fan of him this morning, but we got out of the ditch, after he clipped layers of ice off of the road for foot holds.  We tried driving to the entrance of our complex and couldn't make it.  So we tried backing up into the exit.  Nope, and we almost landed ourselves in another ditch.  We were trapped on a little stretch of road.  And several 4WD vehicle drove passed us.  Didn't bother to stop and ask if we needed help or anything.

Jackasses.

Anyway, we sat there, in the middle of the road, stuck.  Then we saw a vehicle crazy enough to come down the hill.  We freaked, and moved out of the way, not caring that we were stuck in the ditch. Then red and blue lights came on and I was so happy.  It was a cop.  One of our neighbors called them, and I am so thankful.

The cop said that our road was so bad that the salt trucks couldn't drive down it, so the road was closed at both ends (river on one end, big hill on the other).  He set up flares and cones, and we went back home to warm up and sleep.  Hubby was able to get it out around noon.

No injuries, no damages--although hubs slipped and fell a lot and had to hulk the car out of the ditch the first time, leaving him very sore.  We focused on Wolfman's birthday--weather was NOT getting in the way!

Everything worked out.  We only had the grandparents and two friends and their minion, and it was fun.  You know you're a parent, when you're standing around talking about toddler shows.  lol.  It was great, though.  And I finally get a little bit about why some people like train sets.  It's relaxing, and fun to apply personalities to the trains, especially when you watch those shows and the toys' match their character's traits.

That and to see the joy on our children's faces was priceless.



 The party favor boxes.  I'm very glad that I stopped at the Dollar Tree first, because these were perfect.  I filled them with a plastic train and track, chocolate coal, two juice boxes, and two packs of graham crackers with vehicle shapes on them.

Instead of giving two to my kids (they already had a enough stuff from attending a Christmas party earlier), I gave them to my BIL, who stopped by later, for his kids.


The kids' favorite part of the party was the motorized train set on the table.  Wolfman certainly loved it.


Just gotta have a little bit of faith in people and the situation.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Daily December Debate

Everyday, Wolfman and I get into a debate about what our holiday tree is called.  He says "Christmas".  I say "Yule" or "Yulemas".  A couple of days ago, I got him to say "Yulemas" and he actually agreed with me.  Then he went over to grandma's and came back saying, "Great grandma has a Christmas tree!  Grandma has a Christmas tree!  We have a Christmas tree!"

He's very stubborn about this....don't know where he gets that from.....  ;-)

Damn mainstream media, teaching only one holiday.  Although most mainstream that I watch, Christmas is secular and all about charity and Santa, which is how it mostly is with my mom.  Christmas, for her, is secular, about the family, and especially the children.  Joy, fun, warmth, and good food.

We're trying to teach them that some people have Christmas and Santa, but not everyone.  We have Yule and the Winter Solstice (on top of those, I also have the Poseidea).  Santa--one of many Spirits of Giving--doesn't come to our house, but Odin (Norse God) and the Julbock (Scandinavian Spirit of Charity) do.  But Santa does go to Grandma and Great Grandma's house because they do celebrate Christmas.

It's not one or the other.  We have Yule at home, then Christmas a couple of days later with grandma.

It'll click eventually, especially as we do more Yule, Winter Solstice, Odin, Sleipnir, and the Julbock arts&crafts and stories (and the other Spirits of Charity and winter holidays).  I've been sick all December and haven't had the energy to really do anything, other than decorate the house and debate with Wolfman about the tree.  On Yule Eve, I plan on reading them some stories about the Oak and Holly King, and the magik of our Spirits of Charity.


I know that some parents burst the bubble for their kids about Santa, but I like the idea of calling him a Spirit.  Some people--kids and adults--believe in him and some don't.  It's ain't right for others to go around and tease people about their beliefs, even about Santa, or hell, the Easter Bunny, ya know?  You wouldn't like it if someone teased you about believing in your Gods and Spirits (if you have them), so why's it okay to do that to someone else?

Although if my kids choose to not believe in Santa, Odin, or any other Spirits and Gods, that's their choice.  I, for one, ain't gonna burst their bubble because he's not part of our home traditions and paths.  I also will tell them that some people--kids and adults--believe and others don't (for various reasons).  Believe what you want to believe in, don't let others bully you into their beliefs.

Believe what you want....just know what our darn tree is called!  :-)